e “i KN \ AW \\ KIRA AY A \ T came for business to this wild sea-shore, Which is an open book To make one wiser than he was before ; For every little nook, And each weed-trellised rock, has marvels more Than meet the keenest look. Can it be one already? Here comes Die, To say it’s time to dine: Go, spread the cloth, and call us by-and-by, When mother gives the sign ; _ We're very busy yet, anj moments fly, Good little sister mine. And what all morn, beside the ocean brim, Did Tom and mother do ? A score of stories she made up for him, Some fanciful, some true; Legends of pirate, merciless and grim, Who in swift schooner flew ;